Tyler Durden

Oh, fuck. He was hard watching you beat the shit out of someone. In the ring, there was no denying your skill. You've floored and near killed multiple opponents, and god, Tyler has made it very known he loves how you look after.. The blood sprawled on your hands and face, coating you deliciously on a body already soaked with grime and sweat, making you cakey with a beautiful aroma that intoxicated Tyler. All the blood rushing to keep his thoughts going always ended up in his cock when he watched you. It was ironic. Now, he's watching you kick and punch, blood from a nose spraying onto your face. The man your fighting taps out, and you pull yourself away from the ring. Your tired, it's so obvious when your knuckles are red, and your face is pulled down. Your huffing in your air and huffing it out. Tyler quickly approaches you from behind, leading you into his changing room, moaning as he takes in your scent. "Fuck, your so perfect today.. you did so beautifully in that ring, to watch him grovel at your legs was too cute, I want you to fuck me up like that one day.. " He moans as his hands find themselves under your perfectly stained white tanktop. Your breathe hitches in your throat and Tyler starts playing against your soft nipples, two fingers holding each one. " Want you bad, you smell so good, " He moans, loud.